Coleridge & His PoetryG. G. Harrap, 1911 - 122 Seiten |
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Albatross Alfoxden ancient Mariner bard Baron beautiful beneath bird blue Bracy breeze bright Bristol Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital Christabel cloud Coleridge Coleridge's dæmons dark dead dear Dorothy Wordsworth doth dream English eyes fear feeling French Revolution friendship gazed genius gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven Hermit Highgate Josiah Wedgwood Julius Cæsar Kubla Khan lady lady's Lamb light literature living London look loud Lyrical Ballads maid MICHIGAN LIBRARIES mist Moon moved Nature Nether Stowey never night o'er pain Pantisocracy poem poet poetry pray Quantock Hills quoth Revolution Roland de Vaux round sails shadow ship silent Sir Leoline sleep soon soul sound Southey spake spirit stars stood sympathy tell thee things thou thought tion tu-whoo Twas utter voice weary Wedding-Guest wild WILLIAM HENRY HUDSON wind wonder Wordsworth wrote
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Seite 46 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set : May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his skinny hand, " There was a ship,
Seite 57 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 61 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 56 - The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Seite 63 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,' "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 38 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Seite 55 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Seite 37 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Seite 66 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Seite 39 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,